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in the family, the woman who sent cards but rarely visited, who hugged me a little too long at funerals.
I almost didn’t answer.
But something made me.
“Claire,” she said.
Her voice was shaking.
“I saw the news.”
“I don’t want to hear that I should forgive them.”
“No,” she said quickly. “No. That’s not why I’m calling.”
I said nothing.
She took a breath.
“I continue reading …
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